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Life’s plan, Your Plan To live life to the fullest is something we all desire. We form our own utopia in order to succeed before we expire. What is it that we all search for? Fame? Wealth? Happiness? Yet we are closed minded and fall into emptiness. We create possibilities how we can only contain ONE career, ONE purpose, ONE meaning, its the biggest fear. Growing up I had the privilege to view experiences of others. I gained knowledge towards watching the life of my sisters and brothers. I grew up thinking life had its instructions. its clear format of success. I'm obligated to go to school, then college, then my Masters to impress. Never the less, the dreams where very vague. Growing up people would always say the phrase, “ follow your dreams, dream big kid” But what were they? With the economy at its lowest and my parents getting by, I thought my life was decided, I thought it was clear that I had tried. You see I pondered about what I wanted to be. I wanted to help people, but don't we all do? We all want to find some emotional hashtag to tag to. We've lost purpose and meaning towards what was right and what life was about. We let fear control us and worse, even doubt. We are humans, same as the greatest minds of all. Do not let the fear of flying disrupt you, we are all meant to fall. You see life has several roads to take, it is a cluster of moments, choices and mistakes. Take the time to discover who you are, not to numb your scar. Most importantly love your discovery. Life only begins when you choose to start. Be happy and grateful, you’ve made it this far.

Sunday Morning

Slam Poem: Sunday Mornings

Sunday mornings give me a sense peace. To know I made it through the week well and alive gives me the slightest hope I can make it through the month, year even. The sun shines through the curtains in my room as I wake up to the sound of the world’s voice. I forcely lift myself on my feet and wear a blue dress to match the expression on my face. I am happy, though never fully content. I've been misused, abused and accused by others how it is my own fault I feel this feeling of resentment. However, that is in the past and clearly another story. I am off to work, in a little bar down by the bay, I did not think my life would turn out this way. I remember that sunday night as if it were yesterday. The way he looked at me as he walked in. The way he spoke softly and respectfully. It amused me how a guy who only knows me by the way I appeared to look is already aroused. If he only knew. If he only knew the mind I have hidden for years, my creativity that has sparkled within these months, and the freedom I oh do enjoy. If he only knew my pet peeves, habits, and nonsense thoughts. Would he stay? He asks for my number in a polite way. Months later, A connection sparked instantly. Late night conversation turned into hang out sensations. nonstop calls. Romance rises. Honey moon phase then fades. What's left is our mind. My mind. I knew he would not stay. I knew my mind was greater than anything he had to say. My mind scared him away. Alone, working at the bar again another man's smile meets mine. Though I cannot smile. What was taken away was more than a man. It was a man who knew my secrets, my pet peeves, my habits, my nonsense thoughts. A man who entered inside my head read it all and left. He walks the world with another women knowing who I am. If he saw me in the streets he would say “I know that girl.” Or… You see it's been one year. A year since he left, a year since he knew me. A year since I knew myself. My secrets, habits, pet peeves all changed. My mind left when he did and another grew, one stronger and wiser. If he sees me he can no longer say “ i know that girl” because THAT girl does not exist. THAT girl is gone. THAT girl has become anew, THAT girl is free, and this time, no man can ever take that away from me.Sunday mornings give me a sense of happiness. To know I made it through the week Happy and Free gives me the grandest faith I will forever remain content with my life.